But not crushed
There’s a pansy growing out of the wall here. I love pansies. I see them everywhere now and would normally be planting them but I won’t be because we are moving. Again. God heard the sad sigh of my heavy heart as I saw all of the pansies growing and for sale everywhere I go. He gave me this and told me that it was for me and it was a picture of me.
1 Praise the Lord, my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
2 Praise the Lord, my soul,
and forget not all his benefits—
3 who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
5 who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.